The first time I rode the Motobecane, I made it about 9 miles before my ass was so sore I had to start walking. Ouch. I stuck with it though, and worked my way up to regular 20 and 30 mile rides from my apartment in Randolph over through my old stomping grounds, and present home in Easton. The idea of racing came from being a gearhead, and if something had wheels, well then you should race it. Hearing about Wells Ave, I rode up to check it out. Everyone had a nicer bike than mine, as well as helmets and funny shoes. Hence, the Allez was purchased three weeks later. This was a sweet bike for just $600. An Ishiwata frame, hand made in Japan, with Sun Tour Superbe Pro and Specialized own brand components. I still have the bike, and it is quite possible that I will take it to Wells Ave on the first weekend of July to commemorate the 20th anniversary of my racing debut.
The 20 year theme on this blog might get a bit old by the end of the year. In 86 I limited my racing to Wells Ave, and then the Boston Road Club "C" division championships, which was a stage race. Starting with a short TT on a loop adjacent to the old Marlboro circuit race course, we then did the circuit races in the afternoon. On Sunday, we finished with a technical crit on the old Polaroid Norwood campus that is now the home of Putnam Investments. I won the road race but ended up 2nd on the "C" GC when Jeff Metz soloed away in the crit. He ended up being pretty good and making it to Cat 2 and doing quite well in hard road races like Putney.
As fate would have it, because I was a medalist, I attended the annual BRC banquet, even though I really didn't know anyone in the club yet. This was in the fall, and there I learned that this guy Buzz Tarlow was going to be holding a "cyclocross" training series on Sundays after the Wells Ave season ended. Back then, MTBs were a new thing, and cyclocross was about as obscure as anything you could imagine. I started going to the sparsely attended series, ended up buying my Rockhopper and converting it to drop bars, and training through the winter. It was here I first met Tom Stevens, who was then a young Cat 2 riding for the Richard Sachs team, as well as USCF official Bill Dolan, who would take his son Billy. If all this sounds familiar, it is because I think I have written about it before, but too bad.
After my season of "cross" and then, because I worked evenings, training hard all winter, I got my first USCF license in 1987, and you know most of the rest.
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We interrupt this blog entry for a friggin' rant. Feltslave, I know you are reading this, so tell those fuckers that you work for to stop putting the plain yogurt in the exact same fucking container as the French Vanilla! I just discovered that I have not one, but two quarts of friggin' plain in the fridge, and this is AFTER making the same mistake once before. God, that shit tastes nasty. WTF? You're the buyer, right? Start buying a different color container for the French Vanilla. We blind fucks deserve to get what we want too. Back to our regularly scheduled drivel...
So who cares how I started riding anyway? I don't know. However, we do have some new guys in the club, and they ask all these dumb questions and do all this dumb shit, and one day it occured to me that I have been where it is that they want to go. Notice it is not that I am where they want to be. They can't be that stupid. No, seriously, fitness is a journey, not a destination. Yes, I know that I have written that before, but it is really true so screw you, I am repeating it. There is no "back in shape." Every day is a new day, and you have to make it happen for you every day, forever.
This week we have the rain. Remember back in February when everyone was bitching about the weather? It hasn't been so friggin' bad, has it? In fact, this has been about the sweetest spring I can remember. The races have all been run in good conditions, the nights and mornings warm enough for training, and the weekends all good. This week, use the time to enable yourself to train when there is no rain. Rest, catch up on chores, visit Mom, fix your bike, all that shit. Consider this "enabling week." Then if things turn better weatherwise next week, you can be a selfish, neglectful mofo all over again and live for the ride. That's all it takes. Thanks for reading.
Truth be told, since I was using it on my breakfast burritto instead of sour cream, the plain wasn't so bad. But what am I going to do with two quarts? That's a lot of burrittos...
ReplyDeleteI used to use plain and just mush in my own fruit. These days I use the yogurt mostly in my recovery smoothies, so I guess I'll just have to get some sweetened fruit to throw in there.
Besides, Feltslave is one of the stupid question askers, stupid shit doers.
Sad thing I was bagged for reading this. I will pass along your kind words to SF....I will ask that they listen to the kinder gentler FnF.
ReplyDeleteThe cream color container is for Organic, white for FF & Light & Whole. Smoothie with purple=light, smoothie with blue, regular,...
I will make sure the vanilla and plain are more easily distinguishable for your blind fuck ass eyes....I will put tits on the plain, and ass on the vanilla....
G - Fuck Hawethore Valley 'stuff'....